Zombie Apocalypse (Role-play)
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
With my bow now slung back onto my back, there was no point in worrying about the details any longer. I make my mad dash across the street, and I immediately scoop the woman into my arms, one arm holding onto her legs and the other supporting her back and holding onto her arms. She let out a small scream, and I can feel her judging glare at me, but I had bigger things to worry about than how uncomfortable she might be feeling or her stare.
I continue running like I've never done before. The road seemed endless, and it felt like I was gaining no distance from the abandoned car, but I felt the adrenaline pumping in me. With every step on black pavement, I exerted more force into my legs; the woman's weight, the clanking of the bow on my back and the rustle of the satchel at my side, they all seemed to slowly drift from my consciousness. I saw the road, I saw the woman that I had to get from the explosion radius, and I ran.
Without a moment to spare, I hear the explosion behind me and it's absolutely immense. I have to cringe a bit as both the noise, and the power from the blast almost throw me off balance. At the same time, I felt the woman's grip on me tighten and she threw her arms around me in a tight embrace while trying to bury her head into my chest to cover her ears. I slow down my pace after the explosion knowing, or more like hoping, that the zombies are either dead or distracted, and I come to a slow stop.
I take my first good look at the face of the woman that I was holding. Though she was embracing me, I could tell that she was much calmer than just moments ago. She looked... peaceful almost.
But, it didn't take long for me to realize the pain I was in though. I was out of shape and that amount of running and carrying hit me like a truck. The lactic acid buildup in my arms and legs became painfully evident as the effects of the adrenaline slowly receded.
"Can... you... walk...?" I forced out some words between the heavy, ragged breaths I took trying to regain my composure. I almost collapse to my knees as I slowly let her down without waiting for her answer. It wasn't pain, but exhaustion; I could feel the energy being sapped slowly from me. My breathing was irregular and coarse, and the sweat began to buildup all around my body.
I let out a barely audible laugh to myself as I threw on a face of disappointment mockery just for a second. So pitiful... Just as I was doing something 'cool' for once.
I try to straighten myself, but to no avail. I end up standing with my back now bent over and my hands pushing against my knees to support myself. My eyes get a bit hazy, but I could see the sweat now just pouring from my head.
With what little pride I have left to salvage, I ask the woman, "Are... you alright?"
I continue running like I've never done before. The road seemed endless, and it felt like I was gaining no distance from the abandoned car, but I felt the adrenaline pumping in me. With every step on black pavement, I exerted more force into my legs; the woman's weight, the clanking of the bow on my back and the rustle of the satchel at my side, they all seemed to slowly drift from my consciousness. I saw the road, I saw the woman that I had to get from the explosion radius, and I ran.
Without a moment to spare, I hear the explosion behind me and it's absolutely immense. I have to cringe a bit as both the noise, and the power from the blast almost throw me off balance. At the same time, I felt the woman's grip on me tighten and she threw her arms around me in a tight embrace while trying to bury her head into my chest to cover her ears. I slow down my pace after the explosion knowing, or more like hoping, that the zombies are either dead or distracted, and I come to a slow stop.
I take my first good look at the face of the woman that I was holding. Though she was embracing me, I could tell that she was much calmer than just moments ago. She looked... peaceful almost.
But, it didn't take long for me to realize the pain I was in though. I was out of shape and that amount of running and carrying hit me like a truck. The lactic acid buildup in my arms and legs became painfully evident as the effects of the adrenaline slowly receded.
"Can... you... walk...?" I forced out some words between the heavy, ragged breaths I took trying to regain my composure. I almost collapse to my knees as I slowly let her down without waiting for her answer. It wasn't pain, but exhaustion; I could feel the energy being sapped slowly from me. My breathing was irregular and coarse, and the sweat began to buildup all around my body.
I let out a barely audible laugh to myself as I threw on a face of disappointment mockery just for a second. So pitiful... Just as I was doing something 'cool' for once.
I try to straighten myself, but to no avail. I end up standing with my back now bent over and my hands pushing against my knees to support myself. My eyes get a bit hazy, but I could see the sweat now just pouring from my head.
With what little pride I have left to salvage, I ask the woman, "Are... you alright?"
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((Katsucha gave permission to move her character.))
It was late at night. The car had a few blood stains. Zombies roamed the streets. Uther just couldn’t let them live, he had to hit them from the side of the car. Big wheels really helped him. Kotori was still asleep in the back. Uther pulled out a blanket from his backpack and put it over her small body carefully, as if she was his own child. Which is impossible since he was single.
What’s that? Another road block? No way.
As they approached the road block, everything was dead. Bodies of people. It looked like a weapon caused all that. Black bodies dropped dead, normal human bodies too. They can’t go straight. They had to take a left turn. There, All he saw were dead bodies. Someone or some group was here before. He slowed the car down and looked around for clues. Uther could only saw a head that got cut off and thrown, far away from the body, or so it seems.
Someone slashed the head off, must be one hell of a weapon.
No signs of life, only walking black figures on the road. Walking to 1 point of the road? What’s there? So suspicious, maybe someone explode something there. He ignored the group of zombies and pressed the pedal hard, evading the group.
Uther had to check the back seat again to see how Kotori was. She’s still asleep. Probably didn’t notice the blanket that Uther put on her. Uther checks his watch, it’s 10:47 PM. He changed his thoughts about going to the harbor. Now, Uther only wants Kotori to meet her family again. If they were still alive.
It was late at night. The car had a few blood stains. Zombies roamed the streets. Uther just couldn’t let them live, he had to hit them from the side of the car. Big wheels really helped him. Kotori was still asleep in the back. Uther pulled out a blanket from his backpack and put it over her small body carefully, as if she was his own child. Which is impossible since he was single.
What’s that? Another road block? No way.
As they approached the road block, everything was dead. Bodies of people. It looked like a weapon caused all that. Black bodies dropped dead, normal human bodies too. They can’t go straight. They had to take a left turn. There, All he saw were dead bodies. Someone or some group was here before. He slowed the car down and looked around for clues. Uther could only saw a head that got cut off and thrown, far away from the body, or so it seems.
Someone slashed the head off, must be one hell of a weapon.
No signs of life, only walking black figures on the road. Walking to 1 point of the road? What’s there? So suspicious, maybe someone explode something there. He ignored the group of zombies and pressed the pedal hard, evading the group.
Uther had to check the back seat again to see how Kotori was. She’s still asleep. Probably didn’t notice the blanket that Uther put on her. Uther checks his watch, it’s 10:47 PM. He changed his thoughts about going to the harbor. Now, Uther only wants Kotori to meet her family again. If they were still alive.
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((OOC: This is a joint post between Zandorf, Applesauce and TheLoneGentleman.))
The military personnel had agreed to release the man into my care. Not exactly what Kris wanted, but it was better than what the man would get otherwise. Another soldier got the man out of the car, and took off the handcuffs. Walking him over to me still wearing that pissed off face that now had a slight bit of regret on it. "The name is Kristopher Rosen." said Kris. Extending his hand he waited for the man to accept it and introduce himself. Kahori stood behind him slightly cautious. She was glad that Kris was trying to help other people. But someone being contained by the military could be dangerous.
The Samurai took the man's hand and stated simply, "Satoru Nagumi," he still wasn't sure what to make of this man who could influence the military. Was he a friend or foe, and what was Satoru to make of his companion? Why did he have a young girl with him? His daughter? No, he looked too young to have children that old. Maybe his sister or relative? He examined the pair; an odd team by his merits, but he supposed everyone has their reasons.
As he looked at the man he saw someone with a bit too much on their plate."It's a pleasure to meet you. Hopefully you won't be too much trouble." he said with a slight laugh. But he looked like he could handle himself in a fight, and that was definitely something that would come in handy if things kept going the way they were. And contrary to what some people were thinking. This wasn't going to go away in one night. Whatever these things were they were stronger and more resilient than they were in life. From what he saw the bite was what infection moved quickly through the body changing its structure. Something like that had to be made in a lab.
Satoru looked the man called Kris dead in the eye, looking for any trace of malice or bad intent, upon finding none he let out a deep sigh and asked the man, "Can you handle a gun?"
Kris could only seem insulted. For a man in the force to not be able to handle a gun would be borderline blasphemy. Laughing he padded the gun that Kahori gave him. "Better than most of the people around here." he answered. "But I prefer to be upclose with this." Slightly pulling out his chain-blade. He hadn't had to use it yet, and wanted to keep it that way since being up close with larger groups was suicide. "Can you handle that blade of yours?" he asked as soldier brought it up returning it to him.
Satoru would have laughed if the situation been less dire, "I've trained with this sword my entire life, its really the only thing that I can handle in my life," As he finished and a soldier handed him his backpack he dug out the pistol he had bought off of the gun dealer. Pointing to the scar on his eye Satoru said, "This is pretty much useless to me," and put out his hand with the gun in it palm up.
Kris was surprised that the man would surrender his firearm so casually. "You sure you want to give that to me? I could think up about a dozen reasons why having a long range option would be useful." he said answering Satoru's offer. Kahori watched the gun as he held it out. 'Most people wouldn't just hand over their weapon without knowing the person. What is this man's reason?' Kahori thought looking up at Satoru.
"I've never shot a gun once in my life, and I'm half blind in my left eye, if you wanted to kill me I would already be dead so that's where my trust comes from, and I honestly don't think I could shoot anything two feet in front of me with that gun, so I'm better off sticking to what I know if only to comfort myself." Satoru rationalized that if he was unfamiliar with a weapon he would not only have the impairment of his vision, but also the awkwardness of dealing with a new weapon as he said, "My father taught me that a man bonds with his weapon, I guess that is really only true for sword arts, and it makes me a lesser man to do so, but even if it compromises me I try to live by what my father would want if I can, so I would be more comfortable with you having the gun." Satoru finished this sentence and it looked like a great weight was on his shoulders, maybe a burden from a past life.
Kris thought for a second and then carefully took the gun from the man's hand. It was a Dan Wesson Titan. Where ever he found this must have been a respectable shop. Holstering the gun he nodded. "I'll put it to good use." he answered. Looking down he smiled to Kahori. "This is Kahori I am her guardian. She may not look like a fighter, but she is just as dependable as I am" he said introducing her. Kahori nodded and slightly tugged on his clothes. "The boat is going to heading out soon." reminded Kahori. "We should get going then. The boat is waiting for us. I will have to keep an eye on you so you get to ride with us." said Kris. Kahori was glad to have another person with them. It would be easier to handle things when they came with more muscle. Following the soldier to the road beside the bridge they boarded the boat that would take them directly to the harbor.
The military personnel had agreed to release the man into my care. Not exactly what Kris wanted, but it was better than what the man would get otherwise. Another soldier got the man out of the car, and took off the handcuffs. Walking him over to me still wearing that pissed off face that now had a slight bit of regret on it. "The name is Kristopher Rosen." said Kris. Extending his hand he waited for the man to accept it and introduce himself. Kahori stood behind him slightly cautious. She was glad that Kris was trying to help other people. But someone being contained by the military could be dangerous.
The Samurai took the man's hand and stated simply, "Satoru Nagumi," he still wasn't sure what to make of this man who could influence the military. Was he a friend or foe, and what was Satoru to make of his companion? Why did he have a young girl with him? His daughter? No, he looked too young to have children that old. Maybe his sister or relative? He examined the pair; an odd team by his merits, but he supposed everyone has their reasons.
As he looked at the man he saw someone with a bit too much on their plate."It's a pleasure to meet you. Hopefully you won't be too much trouble." he said with a slight laugh. But he looked like he could handle himself in a fight, and that was definitely something that would come in handy if things kept going the way they were. And contrary to what some people were thinking. This wasn't going to go away in one night. Whatever these things were they were stronger and more resilient than they were in life. From what he saw the bite was what infection moved quickly through the body changing its structure. Something like that had to be made in a lab.
Satoru looked the man called Kris dead in the eye, looking for any trace of malice or bad intent, upon finding none he let out a deep sigh and asked the man, "Can you handle a gun?"
Kris could only seem insulted. For a man in the force to not be able to handle a gun would be borderline blasphemy. Laughing he padded the gun that Kahori gave him. "Better than most of the people around here." he answered. "But I prefer to be upclose with this." Slightly pulling out his chain-blade. He hadn't had to use it yet, and wanted to keep it that way since being up close with larger groups was suicide. "Can you handle that blade of yours?" he asked as soldier brought it up returning it to him.
Satoru would have laughed if the situation been less dire, "I've trained with this sword my entire life, its really the only thing that I can handle in my life," As he finished and a soldier handed him his backpack he dug out the pistol he had bought off of the gun dealer. Pointing to the scar on his eye Satoru said, "This is pretty much useless to me," and put out his hand with the gun in it palm up.
Kris was surprised that the man would surrender his firearm so casually. "You sure you want to give that to me? I could think up about a dozen reasons why having a long range option would be useful." he said answering Satoru's offer. Kahori watched the gun as he held it out. 'Most people wouldn't just hand over their weapon without knowing the person. What is this man's reason?' Kahori thought looking up at Satoru.
"I've never shot a gun once in my life, and I'm half blind in my left eye, if you wanted to kill me I would already be dead so that's where my trust comes from, and I honestly don't think I could shoot anything two feet in front of me with that gun, so I'm better off sticking to what I know if only to comfort myself." Satoru rationalized that if he was unfamiliar with a weapon he would not only have the impairment of his vision, but also the awkwardness of dealing with a new weapon as he said, "My father taught me that a man bonds with his weapon, I guess that is really only true for sword arts, and it makes me a lesser man to do so, but even if it compromises me I try to live by what my father would want if I can, so I would be more comfortable with you having the gun." Satoru finished this sentence and it looked like a great weight was on his shoulders, maybe a burden from a past life.
Kris thought for a second and then carefully took the gun from the man's hand. It was a Dan Wesson Titan. Where ever he found this must have been a respectable shop. Holstering the gun he nodded. "I'll put it to good use." he answered. Looking down he smiled to Kahori. "This is Kahori I am her guardian. She may not look like a fighter, but she is just as dependable as I am" he said introducing her. Kahori nodded and slightly tugged on his clothes. "The boat is going to heading out soon." reminded Kahori. "We should get going then. The boat is waiting for us. I will have to keep an eye on you so you get to ride with us." said Kris. Kahori was glad to have another person with them. It would be easier to handle things when they came with more muscle. Following the soldier to the road beside the bridge they boarded the boat that would take them directly to the harbor.
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Finally we reached "safe" place.
He slowly put me down. "Can... you... walk...?" He looks exhausted, very exhausted. I peek at his face when he sitting down on his knees. He must be around 30-40s. Just like my... No! Why I keep thinking about him.
Is there anything I can do for him?
"Are... you alright?". His words wakes me up from daydreaming. "Y-y-yes? I responded awkwardly. "I'm fine... Well, my heartbeat is slowing down, so yeah... I'm fine
I take my backpack and give him my sports drink. "Just half bottle left... Sorry.
Awkward silence fills the air. I speak with small voice,"Thank you..."
He slowly put me down. "Can... you... walk...?" He looks exhausted, very exhausted. I peek at his face when he sitting down on his knees. He must be around 30-40s. Just like my... No! Why I keep thinking about him.
Is there anything I can do for him?
"Are... you alright?". His words wakes me up from daydreaming. "Y-y-yes? I responded awkwardly. "I'm fine... Well, my heartbeat is slowing down, so yeah... I'm fine
I take my backpack and give him my sports drink. "Just half bottle left... Sorry.
Awkward silence fills the air. I speak with small voice,"Thank you..."
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
My door was knocked, and I lazily got up from my bed as I laid there in leisure, then opened the door. Of course, I made sure to look through the little camera installed outside the door first, it shows who's knocking at the door. She seemed like a harmless lady, so I opened up. After a greeting, she looked around my room as if to see if I have any companions. "What's your business with me?" my expression gave off a vague feeling of annoyed. Who wouldn't be when they're about to take a nap, anyway? Suddenly, she requested me, "Wouldn't you please let a certain girl stay with you in your room? Unlike the other rooms, yours is the only one in which there's only one person. The other rooms have family or groups... " she blurted out almost as if she was speaking randomly. I had no idea what was going on, but it could be amusing.
I waved my hand to imply I was interested and that she should go on. So, for the next five minutes, I listened to the bespectacled lady who seemingly looks like an office lady ran her mouth till her explanations ended. A father who left for his line of duty, eh? Sounds like a lot of work. Though, really? I don't mind, although I hope she knows what 'manners' means, commoners these days are rash and idiotic most of the time. "Well, I don't really mind having a companion, I just hope she knows her manners. Or else I may just decide to send her back to you, somehow," I end my sentence with a sigh, and then ask her to leave if she's done speaking. After a confirmation with me regarding the matter, she closed my door after bowing her, after which I could her running steps as she hurried away. I wonder why she cares so much about another man's girl... well, whatever, it's none of my business regardless, if it's amusing - I'll be sure to watch, if possible.
As I wait for the girl after laying down on my bed yet again, I soon hear another set of knocking, I open the door again, two females stands before me, one is the office lady-like figure who I had conversed with before... and the other is a silver haired figure. Is she the one who's supposed to be staying with me in my trip to the Japan? Probably.
I waved my hand to imply I was interested and that she should go on. So, for the next five minutes, I listened to the bespectacled lady who seemingly looks like an office lady ran her mouth till her explanations ended. A father who left for his line of duty, eh? Sounds like a lot of work. Though, really? I don't mind, although I hope she knows what 'manners' means, commoners these days are rash and idiotic most of the time. "Well, I don't really mind having a companion, I just hope she knows her manners. Or else I may just decide to send her back to you, somehow," I end my sentence with a sigh, and then ask her to leave if she's done speaking. After a confirmation with me regarding the matter, she closed my door after bowing her, after which I could her running steps as she hurried away. I wonder why she cares so much about another man's girl... well, whatever, it's none of my business regardless, if it's amusing - I'll be sure to watch, if possible.
As I wait for the girl after laying down on my bed yet again, I soon hear another set of knocking, I open the door again, two females stands before me, one is the office lady-like figure who I had conversed with before... and the other is a silver haired figure. Is she the one who's supposed to be staying with me in my trip to the Japan? Probably.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: I'm posting in Azelle's stead since she cannot get on Fakku right now. A minute late, but it passes deadline because I say so.))
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... Hmm, that man really knows how to get rid of the zombies quickly. He cleaned up the flaming zombies to a mere few numbers now. This made my way to slip past them run smoothly. Now to outrun--
Before I begin to think for my next course of action, the man runs past me while carrying the woman. They of course didn't see me since I'm behind a car. Wonderful, now I don't think I need to help them to get past those zombies, anyhow.
I set course to pursuit them while still maintaining distance and ensure they don't notice me.
((Calling GM to rolls dice for whether Sophia got caught in the explosion or not.))
GM notes:
AzelleFans: Sophia tries to run away from the explosion of the time bomb after she realizes that it'll explode really soon. A dice is to be rolled to check her Dexterity if her speed can help her to be unaffected from the effects of the explosion, 7 is required.
Dice result: 6
4 + 6 = 10
(Your character manages to escape from the explosion. Bonus: She runs so fast that she doesn't even feel that the wind from the explosion caught up to her. However, she may have ran too fast... even past the other two on the road that she had seen before.)
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... Hmm, that man really knows how to get rid of the zombies quickly. He cleaned up the flaming zombies to a mere few numbers now. This made my way to slip past them run smoothly. Now to outrun--
Before I begin to think for my next course of action, the man runs past me while carrying the woman. They of course didn't see me since I'm behind a car. Wonderful, now I don't think I need to help them to get past those zombies, anyhow.
I set course to pursuit them while still maintaining distance and ensure they don't notice me.
((Calling GM to rolls dice for whether Sophia got caught in the explosion or not.))
GM notes:
AzelleFans: Sophia tries to run away from the explosion of the time bomb after she realizes that it'll explode really soon. A dice is to be rolled to check her Dexterity if her speed can help her to be unaffected from the effects of the explosion, 7 is required.
Dice result: 6
4 + 6 = 10
(Your character manages to escape from the explosion. Bonus: She runs so fast that she doesn't even feel that the wind from the explosion caught up to her. However, she may have ran too fast... even past the other two on the road that she had seen before.)
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As the boat was heading towards the harbor, I could see the bridge with a crowd of people towering over us. I take out one of my books that I packed away, and open it to the first page as I was sitting near Kris. I tear a piece of the page as I finish reading it and put one end of the piece in my mouth and start eating it. It was more of a habit to relax me. A lot of things have happened in the past few hours that have taken me completely out of my comfort zone. As I eat the page, I look up to the guy named Satoru Nagumi sitting across from me and Kris. He did look like a samurai, as the other people were calling him, but he did look like he had a kind and gentler side to him. That was enough to peak my interest. I finish eating the piece as my thoughts finish.
"Satoru, how old are you? Where was the dojo where you trained? What type of sword is it that you're carrying? What was your father like? What did he do? Is your father still alive? Do you have a mother? Do you have siblings? How did you get that scar on your left eye? What kind of bond do you have with your sword? Do you have anyone you love?", I just shoot out the questions in a sort of rapid fire manner.
"Satoru, how old are you? Where was the dojo where you trained? What type of sword is it that you're carrying? What was your father like? What did he do? Is your father still alive? Do you have a mother? Do you have siblings? How did you get that scar on your left eye? What kind of bond do you have with your sword? Do you have anyone you love?", I just shoot out the questions in a sort of rapid fire manner.
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((OCC : This is a joint post between Gahald_Mills and Katsucha.))
After getting some rest, Kotori woke up. To her surprise, there was a blanket over her. She can't remember having grabbed a blanket, nor did she saw one ealier when she checked the back, but figured that Uther might have been carrying one with him. What a strange man she thought as she remembered how no one would have done that if they saw her in such a state. "Uther what time is now?" Kotori asked while she stretched out.
Uther, who was drinking from a bottle he had earlier, heard Kotori ask. "Oh, you're awake. It's almost 11 PM." said Uther while offering Kotori a bottle of mineral water that he brought when he ran away from his appartment. "We're almost at the airport, so don't worry. No zombies were chasing this car since I sort of ran into them," Uther said to Kotori while looking at her through a visor.
Kotori grabbed the bottle from Uther, took a drink, and then handed the bottle back to him "Thanks," Kotori said. "Just make sure you don't damage the car, we don't know how long we might need it." Kotori stated as she opened a window to have a better look outside.
"If you see a gate up front, tell me, since that's the gate in to the airport. There should be a lot of empty cars in line since some people just can't wait for too long." Uther offered Kotori his binoculars that was on his lap. I wonder, is she hungry? Hmm... wait. What the hell, brain? This is an important event and all you think about is food? Come to think of it, I haven't had dinner yet. Uther spoke to himself from inside his silly head.
Kotori takes the binoculars and takes a look from. What she can see, it seemed that the gates were just a couple miles away, since she was able to see quite a few cars in a row now. "It seems our destination is probably another 3 or 5 miles away, I believe" Kotori said as she took of the binoculars.
"Ok, I think by now, it's already packed in there. I think the planes won't be flying till tomorrow. Do you think they'll let us through the gates?" Uther asked while scratching his head. She'll probably be the only one who get through since she has an I.D Card from the millitary school. This maybe the last time I would be seeing her. Uther slapped himself back into reality as he tried to stop his thought process into thinking more negatively.
Kotori states while she examines her rifle as if she read Uther's mind... albeit she really didn't, "If you stay with me, getting in should be no problem. I may be a child but I do have clearence for quite a few things."
As they approached the gates, people were still outside, asking the police to let them in. There were still a few zombies around, and the police continued to steady shoot them down."Thank god it's still safe, Kotori. We should move closer to the people," Uther drove closer to the gates.
"Lets hurry before anymore of them comes, or else it might be impossible to get in even with my clearance if more people start to crowd the area." Kotori said as she grabbed her bag. "Also, just wack the zombies if one comes close to you, shooting one here would probably get us shot at by the police."
Without saying anything, Uther grabbed his bag along with his binoculars. "Oh, almost forgot," Uther then took his blanket and put it back in the bag. He saw Kotori is ready. "Don't forget your gun, Kotori." said Uther as he took a wrench from the tool box that Kotori found earlier before she slept. "Shall we?" Uther said to Kotori as he held the wrench tight.
Kotori grabbed her rifle once she was outside the car. Then started running towards the gate. "Lets go then, but... only shoot if there's no other way to escape," she ordered as she looked around for any zombies coming out of the nearby buildings.
Uther gave an OK gesture to Kotori and followed her running to the gates. The police saw them both running. They then waved, meaning to tell them to hurry up. Uther let Kotori be in front of him since she was looking around, searching for zombies that they need to evade. The gates were full of people. Everyone was eager to get in to the airport. The police tried to make the croud to stay quiet as hard as they can. No warning shots have been fired so far.
After getting some rest, Kotori woke up. To her surprise, there was a blanket over her. She can't remember having grabbed a blanket, nor did she saw one ealier when she checked the back, but figured that Uther might have been carrying one with him. What a strange man she thought as she remembered how no one would have done that if they saw her in such a state. "Uther what time is now?" Kotori asked while she stretched out.
Uther, who was drinking from a bottle he had earlier, heard Kotori ask. "Oh, you're awake. It's almost 11 PM." said Uther while offering Kotori a bottle of mineral water that he brought when he ran away from his appartment. "We're almost at the airport, so don't worry. No zombies were chasing this car since I sort of ran into them," Uther said to Kotori while looking at her through a visor.
Kotori grabbed the bottle from Uther, took a drink, and then handed the bottle back to him "Thanks," Kotori said. "Just make sure you don't damage the car, we don't know how long we might need it." Kotori stated as she opened a window to have a better look outside.
"If you see a gate up front, tell me, since that's the gate in to the airport. There should be a lot of empty cars in line since some people just can't wait for too long." Uther offered Kotori his binoculars that was on his lap. I wonder, is she hungry? Hmm... wait. What the hell, brain? This is an important event and all you think about is food? Come to think of it, I haven't had dinner yet. Uther spoke to himself from inside his silly head.
Kotori takes the binoculars and takes a look from. What she can see, it seemed that the gates were just a couple miles away, since she was able to see quite a few cars in a row now. "It seems our destination is probably another 3 or 5 miles away, I believe" Kotori said as she took of the binoculars.
"Ok, I think by now, it's already packed in there. I think the planes won't be flying till tomorrow. Do you think they'll let us through the gates?" Uther asked while scratching his head. She'll probably be the only one who get through since she has an I.D Card from the millitary school. This maybe the last time I would be seeing her. Uther slapped himself back into reality as he tried to stop his thought process into thinking more negatively.
Kotori states while she examines her rifle as if she read Uther's mind... albeit she really didn't, "If you stay with me, getting in should be no problem. I may be a child but I do have clearence for quite a few things."
As they approached the gates, people were still outside, asking the police to let them in. There were still a few zombies around, and the police continued to steady shoot them down."Thank god it's still safe, Kotori. We should move closer to the people," Uther drove closer to the gates.
"Lets hurry before anymore of them comes, or else it might be impossible to get in even with my clearance if more people start to crowd the area." Kotori said as she grabbed her bag. "Also, just wack the zombies if one comes close to you, shooting one here would probably get us shot at by the police."
Without saying anything, Uther grabbed his bag along with his binoculars. "Oh, almost forgot," Uther then took his blanket and put it back in the bag. He saw Kotori is ready. "Don't forget your gun, Kotori." said Uther as he took a wrench from the tool box that Kotori found earlier before she slept. "Shall we?" Uther said to Kotori as he held the wrench tight.
Kotori grabbed her rifle once she was outside the car. Then started running towards the gate. "Lets go then, but... only shoot if there's no other way to escape," she ordered as she looked around for any zombies coming out of the nearby buildings.
Uther gave an OK gesture to Kotori and followed her running to the gates. The police saw them both running. They then waved, meaning to tell them to hurry up. Uther let Kotori be in front of him since she was looking around, searching for zombies that they need to evade. The gates were full of people. Everyone was eager to get in to the airport. The police tried to make the croud to stay quiet as hard as they can. No warning shots have been fired so far.
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((OOC: This is a join post between Applesauce and TheLoneGentleman))
Kris noticed that Sahori was munching on a book she must have been saving. It seemed to be some kind of habit. Of course most people would tell her that eating paper probably wasn't good for her, but Kris just wanted her calm. Still he found it strange to eat the book becasue after that no one else could read it, but perhaps that was her plan all along? Sudennly she snapped her attention to Satoru and surprised him with a barrage of questions that she couldn't expect answers to.
Satoru was taken back by the storm of questions, this isn't what he expected at all. The Samurai started by saying that he was 22 years old and the dojo he trained at was run by his father, "My sword is a katana, and my father was... a great man. I never knew my mother, so I guess it's possible I have siblings but I never have known any. I... got this scar when I challenged someone to fight over something important to me, and I lost. I can say that I see my sword as an extension of myself, and I try to treat it as I would my own arm. There is someone I care for deeply, but I doubt the feeling it mutual," he answered.
Satoru thought to himself, who could ever love me?
He continued, "I hope that we can get through this twisted horror which has become reality, together."
Kris was surprised at the questions that Kahori chose. They were a lot more personal rhan the ones that she asked him earlier. So he guess that he had an easier time answering. But Satoru answered them with relative ease which kept things peaceful. He was slightly interested in where the man obtained that scar as well, but he didn't want to ask himself. Every man has his share of secrets. "I'm sure that with the two of us, and Ms. bookworm over here we'll pull through ok," answered Kris smiling as he looked back to the city. They reached the harbor in less time than it would take to walk. After another security check the three were taken into the ship. As they looked around a bit they were finally escorted to a room with two bunk beds, smooth wood floors, along with a table and a desk. The rooms weren't amazing, but they would do. They had to turn several boats into max capacity evacuation boats so this was better than most were getting.
After waiting in the room for a little bit there was a knock at the door. A woman with some food on a tray was making her rounds. It had been a while since I had eaten anything, but I had put it out of my head until I could find a safe spot. Taking the food for the three of them he placed it on the table in the room, and shut the door. "Alright lets eat up" said Kris grabbing his plate of chicken and rice. This was better than quick prepare rations anyday. Not as good as his mother's cooking, but it would keep him alive. Satoru smiled for the first time that evening, "Time for dinner, huh?" he tried not to hope for too much, this was military food, but it would be better than the cup noodles he had been feeding himself on.
Kris noticed that Sahori was munching on a book she must have been saving. It seemed to be some kind of habit. Of course most people would tell her that eating paper probably wasn't good for her, but Kris just wanted her calm. Still he found it strange to eat the book becasue after that no one else could read it, but perhaps that was her plan all along? Sudennly she snapped her attention to Satoru and surprised him with a barrage of questions that she couldn't expect answers to.
Satoru was taken back by the storm of questions, this isn't what he expected at all. The Samurai started by saying that he was 22 years old and the dojo he trained at was run by his father, "My sword is a katana, and my father was... a great man. I never knew my mother, so I guess it's possible I have siblings but I never have known any. I... got this scar when I challenged someone to fight over something important to me, and I lost. I can say that I see my sword as an extension of myself, and I try to treat it as I would my own arm. There is someone I care for deeply, but I doubt the feeling it mutual," he answered.
Satoru thought to himself, who could ever love me?
He continued, "I hope that we can get through this twisted horror which has become reality, together."
Kris was surprised at the questions that Kahori chose. They were a lot more personal rhan the ones that she asked him earlier. So he guess that he had an easier time answering. But Satoru answered them with relative ease which kept things peaceful. He was slightly interested in where the man obtained that scar as well, but he didn't want to ask himself. Every man has his share of secrets. "I'm sure that with the two of us, and Ms. bookworm over here we'll pull through ok," answered Kris smiling as he looked back to the city. They reached the harbor in less time than it would take to walk. After another security check the three were taken into the ship. As they looked around a bit they were finally escorted to a room with two bunk beds, smooth wood floors, along with a table and a desk. The rooms weren't amazing, but they would do. They had to turn several boats into max capacity evacuation boats so this was better than most were getting.
After waiting in the room for a little bit there was a knock at the door. A woman with some food on a tray was making her rounds. It had been a while since I had eaten anything, but I had put it out of my head until I could find a safe spot. Taking the food for the three of them he placed it on the table in the room, and shut the door. "Alright lets eat up" said Kris grabbing his plate of chicken and rice. This was better than quick prepare rations anyday. Not as good as his mother's cooking, but it would keep him alive. Satoru smiled for the first time that evening, "Time for dinner, huh?" he tried not to hope for too much, this was military food, but it would be better than the cup noodles he had been feeding himself on.
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We were escorted to our room in a small cabin on the ship. It was fairly comfy, and it was a lot better then the places I slept in at the Library. I sat around the small table in the center of the room, and had my book laid out on it in front of me. I was just reading, and eating, until a lady came in with some food. It smelled good, but I wasn't hungry at all... Okay, maybe a little, but I rarely had anything like this to eat before.
After I eat up the piece of the page that was in my mouth, when the plates were spread among the three of us, I had a burning question to ask them.
"Do either of you believe in any sort of religion?"
After I eat up the piece of the page that was in my mouth, when the plates were spread among the three of us, I had a burning question to ask them.
"Do either of you believe in any sort of religion?"
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
((This is a joint post between Sanada-Kun and Xninebreaker))
It was probably beyond obvious that Cliff was exhausted, but Christine didn't seem to be pressing the issue. She responded to Cliff's question saying that she was fine and much calmer now. She offered Cliff a sports drink she took out from backpack. There was only half left, but that was plenty for Cliff.
"Th...Thanks..." Cliff sincerely accepted the bottle and downed what was left in no time.
"Can you walk again? You look... pale." Christine tried to grab his shoulder but realized that she hadn't even asked his name.
"Ah sorry, your name? Mine's Christine."
"Cliff... Keiramich...." *Cough cough* He responded, but with coughs in-between. He probably needed some more water right now. Christine remembered there's a local shop somewhere near the bridge.
"Let me give you a hand, Mr. Cliff." Christine offered her hand. "I recall there's a shop nearby, we can resupply and rest for a while at there."
Cliff rejected her offer, but Christine forced him to go along. Cliff seemingly unable to walk on his own, no matter how hard he tried, reluctantly accepted Christine's help as she slung Cliff's arm over her shoulders and propped him up.
"Sorry," Cliff said apologetically, "You ended up helping the old man that was trying to be cool and protect you." He let out a small chuckle under his breath.
Christine flicked Cliff's forehead, "You're.... cool enough," Christine blushed and didn't say anything else.
"Gah!" Cliff rubbed his forehead wincing in pain a bit, but soon after he put on a gentle smile, and though he couldn't really see, it looked as if Christine was smiling as well.
The two of them continued walking for about 5 minutes, with Christine both leading the way and supporting Cliff until they arrived at the shop. "This is horrible," Christine tried to peek inside. It was almost empty; someone already looted the stuff inside, and there was a corpse near the cashier's desk.
Christine slowly put Cliff down at a nearby chair and ran towards the nearest refrigerator. "Just four drinks left..." There are empty bottles on the floor, but the looters were probably looking for alcohol.
Christine took some chocolate bars she found around the cashier's desk and two of sports drinks in the refrigerator and gave it to Cliff. "This should be enough for us."
"Hey! I'm already feeling a lot better!" Cliff said to Christine, "You could've told me you were looking for some water; I had some in my bag." Cliff reached out and accepted the drinks regardless, putting one in his satchel and opening the other to drink.
"I'm sorry, I'm just... I didn't do anything good back then, when "they" attacked us," Christine replied to Cliff with small voice. Cliff still remembered the horror, and Christine still remembered her powerlessness against them.
"Christine, you did fine. It's not like people like you and me were meant to encounter zombies in our lives," Cliff let out a laugh as he tried to lighten the mood a bit. "But, nonetheless... we can't spend too much time here, we should be almost right next to the harbor. Are you set?" Cliff said to Christine as he finished off the sports drink she gave to him.
"Yeah. And, we should arrive there in about 10 minutes. You need any help?" Christine offered her hand again.
"Nah, I'm okay this time," Cliff stood up stretching his legs and arms to show that he had recovered.
Christine checked her watch, "10:20 PM, I hope there's still a evac around here."
Both Cliff and Christine walked out the abandoned store and turned to head to the harbor.
It was probably beyond obvious that Cliff was exhausted, but Christine didn't seem to be pressing the issue. She responded to Cliff's question saying that she was fine and much calmer now. She offered Cliff a sports drink she took out from backpack. There was only half left, but that was plenty for Cliff.
"Th...Thanks..." Cliff sincerely accepted the bottle and downed what was left in no time.
"Can you walk again? You look... pale." Christine tried to grab his shoulder but realized that she hadn't even asked his name.
"Ah sorry, your name? Mine's Christine."
"Cliff... Keiramich...." *Cough cough* He responded, but with coughs in-between. He probably needed some more water right now. Christine remembered there's a local shop somewhere near the bridge.
"Let me give you a hand, Mr. Cliff." Christine offered her hand. "I recall there's a shop nearby, we can resupply and rest for a while at there."
Cliff rejected her offer, but Christine forced him to go along. Cliff seemingly unable to walk on his own, no matter how hard he tried, reluctantly accepted Christine's help as she slung Cliff's arm over her shoulders and propped him up.
"Sorry," Cliff said apologetically, "You ended up helping the old man that was trying to be cool and protect you." He let out a small chuckle under his breath.
Christine flicked Cliff's forehead, "You're.... cool enough," Christine blushed and didn't say anything else.
"Gah!" Cliff rubbed his forehead wincing in pain a bit, but soon after he put on a gentle smile, and though he couldn't really see, it looked as if Christine was smiling as well.
The two of them continued walking for about 5 minutes, with Christine both leading the way and supporting Cliff until they arrived at the shop. "This is horrible," Christine tried to peek inside. It was almost empty; someone already looted the stuff inside, and there was a corpse near the cashier's desk.
Christine slowly put Cliff down at a nearby chair and ran towards the nearest refrigerator. "Just four drinks left..." There are empty bottles on the floor, but the looters were probably looking for alcohol.
Christine took some chocolate bars she found around the cashier's desk and two of sports drinks in the refrigerator and gave it to Cliff. "This should be enough for us."
"Hey! I'm already feeling a lot better!" Cliff said to Christine, "You could've told me you were looking for some water; I had some in my bag." Cliff reached out and accepted the drinks regardless, putting one in his satchel and opening the other to drink.
"I'm sorry, I'm just... I didn't do anything good back then, when "they" attacked us," Christine replied to Cliff with small voice. Cliff still remembered the horror, and Christine still remembered her powerlessness against them.
"Christine, you did fine. It's not like people like you and me were meant to encounter zombies in our lives," Cliff let out a laugh as he tried to lighten the mood a bit. "But, nonetheless... we can't spend too much time here, we should be almost right next to the harbor. Are you set?" Cliff said to Christine as he finished off the sports drink she gave to him.
"Yeah. And, we should arrive there in about 10 minutes. You need any help?" Christine offered her hand again.
"Nah, I'm okay this time," Cliff stood up stretching his legs and arms to show that he had recovered.
Christine checked her watch, "10:20 PM, I hope there's still a evac around here."
Both Cliff and Christine walked out the abandoned store and turned to head to the harbor.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: Hana, you baka. You should have posted while you could... ))
I await response from the two but I receive absolutely nothing. My patience ached as I stared at the two. The professional office lady said nothing. It's not even her place to speak anymore. However, the other girl who's supposed to be staying with me is just as silent.
"If I may ask, is everything alright?" I ask as if showing concern towards my to-be companion.
I await response from the two but I receive absolutely nothing. My patience ached as I stared at the two. The professional office lady said nothing. It's not even her place to speak anymore. However, the other girl who's supposed to be staying with me is just as silent.
"If I may ask, is everything alright?" I ask as if showing concern towards my to-be companion.
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Hanasaku
i should just die
I'm stunned. What lay before me was a different world, sparkling chandeliers, and gleaming furniture, all finely decorated and put in place. The room was like a lounge-suite in a hotel. I can smell the lavender freshener all around, giving the room a elegant and royal feel, almost as elegant and royal the petite figure stood inside...
I whispered to the office lady that I was going to be fine and she should leave. She was hesitant to leave me alone with the child of blue blood, but after some quick thinking the nodded with some sort of a smile and left to go about on her business.
Without anyone to do so, I ushered myself in. The moment I was inside, I was enveloped with the cold breeze of the air-conditioner, as well as the sweet scent of lavender. I found the nearest, and possibly cheapest, piece of furniture that I could sit on and rested my whole.
The lady- or girl, rather- donned in a gown that went perfect with her slender, tight body, or if not, mixed with the color of her baby-peach skin, and her bright solar-gold hair flowed seamlessly down the courses of her body... It was a body that demanded people to look at and commend to. I sit there still, until she finally moved her lips from her doll-like stance, and spoke to me.
...."May I ask, is everything alright?" She breathed those words, they hung in the air for a while, until i could finally comprehend.
Stuttering my language and muffling up my words, I hastened to reply:
"W-Well, with all tha-that's happening out there, I-I'd think not..."
I looked at the TV. Looks like the situation got even worse out there. The zombies are soon forming a horde, or as I would like to call it, the Black Sea....
I whispered to the office lady that I was going to be fine and she should leave. She was hesitant to leave me alone with the child of blue blood, but after some quick thinking the nodded with some sort of a smile and left to go about on her business.
Without anyone to do so, I ushered myself in. The moment I was inside, I was enveloped with the cold breeze of the air-conditioner, as well as the sweet scent of lavender. I found the nearest, and possibly cheapest, piece of furniture that I could sit on and rested my whole.
The lady- or girl, rather- donned in a gown that went perfect with her slender, tight body, or if not, mixed with the color of her baby-peach skin, and her bright solar-gold hair flowed seamlessly down the courses of her body... It was a body that demanded people to look at and commend to. I sit there still, until she finally moved her lips from her doll-like stance, and spoke to me.
...."May I ask, is everything alright?" She breathed those words, they hung in the air for a while, until i could finally comprehend.
Stuttering my language and muffling up my words, I hastened to reply:
"W-Well, with all tha-that's happening out there, I-I'd think not..."
I looked at the TV. Looks like the situation got even worse out there. The zombies are soon forming a horde, or as I would like to call it, the Black Sea....
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: Posting for Azelle again.))
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I was still dashing forward when an explosion went off behind me. Funnily though, I didn't feel anything at all from the explosion. I wonder why...
I stopped my advance and checking my surrounding. Hmm... I don't see those two or other zombies. Seems like they're left behind. Wow, I must be running really fast without even noticed it.
... So what'll it be? Should I move forward or waiting for those two before continue? Nay, they can protect themselves now, so better moving first. I might can clean up a little bit so they'll have a better chance to reach the bridge without any other incidents. So I take a little sip of water from my bottle and continue my way. Soon, I'll reach the bridge...
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I was still dashing forward when an explosion went off behind me. Funnily though, I didn't feel anything at all from the explosion. I wonder why...
I stopped my advance and checking my surrounding. Hmm... I don't see those two or other zombies. Seems like they're left behind. Wow, I must be running really fast without even noticed it.
... So what'll it be? Should I move forward or waiting for those two before continue? Nay, they can protect themselves now, so better moving first. I might can clean up a little bit so they'll have a better chance to reach the bridge without any other incidents. So I take a little sip of water from my bottle and continue my way. Soon, I'll reach the bridge...
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
I'm not sure what to make of her apparent shyness and stuttering after she made way to the furniture. Though I'd recommend her to calm herself down, but that wasn't really possible for her, from the overall looks of it. The feel of expense and luxury is tight in this room. While it's sub-par in comparison to a lot of the things back at home; it's still as good for the feel of satisfaction. While I'm used to being in such rooms, it seems that she is not. Typical commoner, is it? I press down my buttocks in one of the chairs, facing her with an analytical expression; looking at her being properly. "Ah, I should have assumed as such. Have you faced any of those living dead beings, in your way here?"
I smile as I look at her, she's stiff with nervousness, seemingly. Then I try to remember an important question while making an expression of being deep in thought that exaggerates my attempts to remember the question that I forgot after this girl came in. Ah, right! I remember now! as I exclaimed within my mind, I decide to ask her, about herself, "May I know what your name is? I was not told of your name, you see,"[/i] as I utter in a questioning tone, I pour a glass of wine... yes, wine. They may find me to be too young for it, but it matters not. For us high ups, some laws doesn't bound us. It's the commoners who have it hard.
I smile as I look at her, she's stiff with nervousness, seemingly. Then I try to remember an important question while making an expression of being deep in thought that exaggerates my attempts to remember the question that I forgot after this girl came in. Ah, right! I remember now! as I exclaimed within my mind, I decide to ask her, about herself, "May I know what your name is? I was not told of your name, you see,"[/i] as I utter in a questioning tone, I pour a glass of wine... yes, wine. They may find me to be too young for it, but it matters not. For us high ups, some laws doesn't bound us. It's the commoners who have it hard.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: This is a joint post between Cinia Pacifica and Hanasaku.))
Iteyui was caught off by Hilda's sudden question. This made her even more nervous. While she sat at the chair, she made unnecessary fumbling about, that just made the moment seem one-sided.
"Umm....T-Those? Unfortunately, no.... I got lucky.... I h-hope I could save others, but that'd mean not s-saving myself...."
"Then, you'd simply have to take care of yourself while keeping yourself alive, yes? Keeping your alive as a priority, perhaps?"
At the same time while the other girl felt one-sided; it seemed as though Hilda enjoyed herself, which was obvious with the mischievous smile she wore on her face.
Iteyui seemed intrigued about why Hilda wanted to know her name.
"M-My name...?" She muffled in a soft voice, "Iteyui... family name Chinoiro...."
"Ah, it is a pleasure to meet you, Iteyui Chinoiro, my name is quite long so it may add to your set of confusions, so I'd like to introduce myself as Hilda de Henriette. I am an aristocrat, bearing close connections to the authority that controls Fakku city," Hilda puts one leg above the thigh of the other, then begins to take sips from her glass containing the wine which glowed faintly from the golden rays of light set up in the room.
"What is your plan amidst of all this chaos? Will you be saving people, or will you be wanting to meet up with your father, or would you rather prefer to follow my lead? I plan to try and get to the bottom of this. Gonna try and find a way to exterminate zombies in the easiest way possible so that they can be removed from this world completely. I'm not sure if I'll be finding such a solution any time soon, though. Top priority remains survival regardless, though,"
"Y-You can just call me Iteyui...." Iteyui eased up a little bit, although her body expression still remained that of a timid woman.
Very well, then, that reply came almost flying to Iteyui almost immediately.
"You are.... the daughter? Of..." Iteyui pressed her fingers against her temple as if trying to think hard, or remember something. "Jacob.... right?! Wow.... must be fantastic to be a close kin of such a powerful being-- not that you aren't any less powerful.... I'm sorry I'm such a burden as of the moment..." Iteyui sat straight, both hands locked to her laps, and she tried to look as upper class as possible.
"Y-You know about my father? Where is he? Is he safe? I'm embarrassed to say this, but as his daughter, I unrightfully ditched him while he's taking the brunt of the chaos..." Iteyui looked down in disappointment.
"Of course not. I am not Jacob's daughter. I am a noble mostly by my own unspoken accomplishments and deeds. I've had some encounters with Jacob from time to time as I traveled around the world. That's how we know each other. And of course, there are more reasons than one as to why I have close connections to him currently. But such information are classified. Anyway, regarding your father... I don't know much. All I know is that he's doing his job in the harbor. The office lady appeared with a duty to lead you to safety upon your father's request. I simply accepted upon request, to have you here, Hilda sighed after the long statement, then drank another round of her wine from her glass- closing her eyes while savoring the exquisite taste of the drink.
"I think every one of us will be taking the 'brunt' of this chaos. Whether you like it or not, you'll be confronted by the Dead. If you don't have the will to fight, then it may just be the end. Better sharpen yourself up while you can. As for me, I'm already prepared, as Hilda finished saying so, she shot her eyes towards her brandished blade inside her scabbard - resting on the wall next to the bed. A gigantic blade that seems as though it can even break a wide pillar in half... though it shouldn't be easy to accomplish in reality.
Her words struck Iteyui's being like frost arrows, making her heart pulsate exorbitantly every time Hilda had said something that struck her. "You make it sound like I'm something you get then throw away after a while," Iteyui laughed to herself. "Such amazing adventures... I wish I c-could have some of your adventure..."
"Well, it's not like I wanted to be here, anyway.... It all just came so suddenly, I just had to agree to everything before I knew about what I was doing."
"Honestly speaking, I didn't have time to sharpen myself, or rather, I didn't want to... I don't want to attract any more attention by shooting those things. It's not much, but it's a decent weapon! It has been passed down since the early 21st century.. by my father."
Iteyui set down her haversack. Just as it hit the ground, her weapon toppled with it, along with a ringing 'Clang!' sound. It echoed around the room. Iteyui's face turned bright red while scampering to get it back together.
Whether you get thrown away or not is completely upon your decision. Because I'm not going to force you to be with me after what goes down tomorrow, or later. But I won't mind you accompanying me. I have no intention to abandon you out of the blue, if you're thinking as such. My adventures were actually quite boring, smelly men on high horse, everywhere, this time, Hilda put down her glass on the table, then took up phone up and stared at it; looking at something.
"Nor did I, honestly, Jacob set this flight up for the high ups, and he somehow booked this room for me. For some reason, he is desperate to get me off of this country to some safe land. So, while I was not really confused about what was going on; I had to accept whatever that was thrown at me, as well."
"I don't think most people had the time to, but I believe one must sharpen up at one point. Sharpen up as in... killing those zombies and getting used to it. It sounds like a more proper way to live through it, rather than to run. I was told that the dead are good with chasing people... though, I don't know how much of Jacob's information I can trust, honestly.
"I would accompany you if you so wish... My father can probably take care of himself and my mother is.... another story. Although I won't be of much help, I can be a person to talk to, if that helps." Iteyui took a bottle from her haversack and downed it quickly, before gulping and continuing.
"Seems like we are somewhat alike... not that I'd take that as something bad. Maybe if it's possible I would like to help you in anything you need or want. Again, it's not much, be cautioned..."
"I couldn't take myself to shoot those, I mean- I only have 24 bullets, and what's more is I haven't used this weapon of mine before. Of course I'd like to try it out soon... maybe someday, or tomorrow, or later, whenever you feel like going out. I came from Section F and had to compromise a little in order to get through, so I had been in the shadows for most of the time... I haven't had any of those chasing me, nor did I try killing them. I did once, but gave up knowing that my gun would produce too loud of a sound..."
"Well, I'd like to have someone to talk to, I suppose. However, the hell you'll face soon is going to be bigger than anything. The news is mostly talking about Fakku City, but in truth; it's all over the world. Anywhere you go, danger will catch up. Same goes for the place this plane will take us to. Suffice it to say that we'll be safe for a day or two after the trip. Or maybe no days at all. We've already lost half a million people by now anyway. So uhh, I'm just trying to say that you may as well treat the zombies as punching... err, slicing bags to get used to it, or something. I'm not even sure of what I'm saying anymore. Pardon me. But I think those who can't fight may have a really hard time living in this world, currently," Hilda put her cell phone down, and made an expression of amusement.
Hilda put her both of the backs of her hands below her head as she rested her chin, "It's okay. You don't have much experience after all. Perhaps I'll be able to cover you. However, I am not perfect, since no one ever is; hence I cannot guarantee your safety."
"Ah... you need ammo, is it? We may be able to get some spares for you, no matter how costly they may be, I can afford. Though I'd recommend getting better at using it's blade part, though. None of us know what senses these zombies use, whether they follow their eyes or ears. Or even nose, even Jacob hasn't found out. But I'd love to test out how their senses works. Regardless, just as you said about noises, you probably should refrain from using the bullets until you get a whole pack of them coming at you. Or something. Oh, but wait, when getting attacked by a pack, it's actually better to just run. I forgot about that option, pardon me.
Hilda looked up above, towards one of the many gold orbs spreading the illuminating light throughout the room, "Though... Section F? That's quite far, for you to reach this place quite quick. I assume you took the subway? Oh and in case you're wondering, I haven't really faced the monsters myself, but I did know of their location. So I just avoided them, especially because of the flight. But it seems like we're having quite a bit of a delay here."
Hilda then wonders when the plane will take flight. No news regarding that has been announced so far. Are those rich guys really taking that long to board the plane?
Iteyui was caught off by Hilda's sudden question. This made her even more nervous. While she sat at the chair, she made unnecessary fumbling about, that just made the moment seem one-sided.
"Umm....T-Those? Unfortunately, no.... I got lucky.... I h-hope I could save others, but that'd mean not s-saving myself...."
"Then, you'd simply have to take care of yourself while keeping yourself alive, yes? Keeping your alive as a priority, perhaps?"
At the same time while the other girl felt one-sided; it seemed as though Hilda enjoyed herself, which was obvious with the mischievous smile she wore on her face.
Iteyui seemed intrigued about why Hilda wanted to know her name.
"M-My name...?" She muffled in a soft voice, "Iteyui... family name Chinoiro...."
"Ah, it is a pleasure to meet you, Iteyui Chinoiro, my name is quite long so it may add to your set of confusions, so I'd like to introduce myself as Hilda de Henriette. I am an aristocrat, bearing close connections to the authority that controls Fakku city," Hilda puts one leg above the thigh of the other, then begins to take sips from her glass containing the wine which glowed faintly from the golden rays of light set up in the room.
"What is your plan amidst of all this chaos? Will you be saving people, or will you be wanting to meet up with your father, or would you rather prefer to follow my lead? I plan to try and get to the bottom of this. Gonna try and find a way to exterminate zombies in the easiest way possible so that they can be removed from this world completely. I'm not sure if I'll be finding such a solution any time soon, though. Top priority remains survival regardless, though,"
"Y-You can just call me Iteyui...." Iteyui eased up a little bit, although her body expression still remained that of a timid woman.
Very well, then, that reply came almost flying to Iteyui almost immediately.
"You are.... the daughter? Of..." Iteyui pressed her fingers against her temple as if trying to think hard, or remember something. "Jacob.... right?! Wow.... must be fantastic to be a close kin of such a powerful being-- not that you aren't any less powerful.... I'm sorry I'm such a burden as of the moment..." Iteyui sat straight, both hands locked to her laps, and she tried to look as upper class as possible.
"Y-You know about my father? Where is he? Is he safe? I'm embarrassed to say this, but as his daughter, I unrightfully ditched him while he's taking the brunt of the chaos..." Iteyui looked down in disappointment.
"Of course not. I am not Jacob's daughter. I am a noble mostly by my own unspoken accomplishments and deeds. I've had some encounters with Jacob from time to time as I traveled around the world. That's how we know each other. And of course, there are more reasons than one as to why I have close connections to him currently. But such information are classified. Anyway, regarding your father... I don't know much. All I know is that he's doing his job in the harbor. The office lady appeared with a duty to lead you to safety upon your father's request. I simply accepted upon request, to have you here, Hilda sighed after the long statement, then drank another round of her wine from her glass- closing her eyes while savoring the exquisite taste of the drink.
"I think every one of us will be taking the 'brunt' of this chaos. Whether you like it or not, you'll be confronted by the Dead. If you don't have the will to fight, then it may just be the end. Better sharpen yourself up while you can. As for me, I'm already prepared, as Hilda finished saying so, she shot her eyes towards her brandished blade inside her scabbard - resting on the wall next to the bed. A gigantic blade that seems as though it can even break a wide pillar in half... though it shouldn't be easy to accomplish in reality.
Her words struck Iteyui's being like frost arrows, making her heart pulsate exorbitantly every time Hilda had said something that struck her. "You make it sound like I'm something you get then throw away after a while," Iteyui laughed to herself. "Such amazing adventures... I wish I c-could have some of your adventure..."
"Well, it's not like I wanted to be here, anyway.... It all just came so suddenly, I just had to agree to everything before I knew about what I was doing."
"Honestly speaking, I didn't have time to sharpen myself, or rather, I didn't want to... I don't want to attract any more attention by shooting those things. It's not much, but it's a decent weapon! It has been passed down since the early 21st century.. by my father."
Iteyui set down her haversack. Just as it hit the ground, her weapon toppled with it, along with a ringing 'Clang!' sound. It echoed around the room. Iteyui's face turned bright red while scampering to get it back together.
Whether you get thrown away or not is completely upon your decision. Because I'm not going to force you to be with me after what goes down tomorrow, or later. But I won't mind you accompanying me. I have no intention to abandon you out of the blue, if you're thinking as such. My adventures were actually quite boring, smelly men on high horse, everywhere, this time, Hilda put down her glass on the table, then took up phone up and stared at it; looking at something.
"Nor did I, honestly, Jacob set this flight up for the high ups, and he somehow booked this room for me. For some reason, he is desperate to get me off of this country to some safe land. So, while I was not really confused about what was going on; I had to accept whatever that was thrown at me, as well."
"I don't think most people had the time to, but I believe one must sharpen up at one point. Sharpen up as in... killing those zombies and getting used to it. It sounds like a more proper way to live through it, rather than to run. I was told that the dead are good with chasing people... though, I don't know how much of Jacob's information I can trust, honestly.
"I would accompany you if you so wish... My father can probably take care of himself and my mother is.... another story. Although I won't be of much help, I can be a person to talk to, if that helps." Iteyui took a bottle from her haversack and downed it quickly, before gulping and continuing.
"Seems like we are somewhat alike... not that I'd take that as something bad. Maybe if it's possible I would like to help you in anything you need or want. Again, it's not much, be cautioned..."
"I couldn't take myself to shoot those, I mean- I only have 24 bullets, and what's more is I haven't used this weapon of mine before. Of course I'd like to try it out soon... maybe someday, or tomorrow, or later, whenever you feel like going out. I came from Section F and had to compromise a little in order to get through, so I had been in the shadows for most of the time... I haven't had any of those chasing me, nor did I try killing them. I did once, but gave up knowing that my gun would produce too loud of a sound..."
"Well, I'd like to have someone to talk to, I suppose. However, the hell you'll face soon is going to be bigger than anything. The news is mostly talking about Fakku City, but in truth; it's all over the world. Anywhere you go, danger will catch up. Same goes for the place this plane will take us to. Suffice it to say that we'll be safe for a day or two after the trip. Or maybe no days at all. We've already lost half a million people by now anyway. So uhh, I'm just trying to say that you may as well treat the zombies as punching... err, slicing bags to get used to it, or something. I'm not even sure of what I'm saying anymore. Pardon me. But I think those who can't fight may have a really hard time living in this world, currently," Hilda put her cell phone down, and made an expression of amusement.
Hilda put her both of the backs of her hands below her head as she rested her chin, "It's okay. You don't have much experience after all. Perhaps I'll be able to cover you. However, I am not perfect, since no one ever is; hence I cannot guarantee your safety."
"Ah... you need ammo, is it? We may be able to get some spares for you, no matter how costly they may be, I can afford. Though I'd recommend getting better at using it's blade part, though. None of us know what senses these zombies use, whether they follow their eyes or ears. Or even nose, even Jacob hasn't found out. But I'd love to test out how their senses works. Regardless, just as you said about noises, you probably should refrain from using the bullets until you get a whole pack of them coming at you. Or something. Oh, but wait, when getting attacked by a pack, it's actually better to just run. I forgot about that option, pardon me.
Hilda looked up above, towards one of the many gold orbs spreading the illuminating light throughout the room, "Though... Section F? That's quite far, for you to reach this place quite quick. I assume you took the subway? Oh and in case you're wondering, I haven't really faced the monsters myself, but I did know of their location. So I just avoided them, especially because of the flight. But it seems like we're having quite a bit of a delay here."
Hilda then wonders when the plane will take flight. No news regarding that has been announced so far. Are those rich guys really taking that long to board the plane?
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((This is a join post between: Applesauce and TheLoneGentleman.))
As Kris was focusing on getting his food down. It was pleasant to have a bit of conversation at the table, and Religion wasn't a bad place to start. The question probably came from the usual custom of praying before eating dinner. "I can't say that I do. My family does, but I never saw it as my thing. Probably because it was forced on me when I was a child," answered Kris continuing to eat his food. But he did find religion interesting. From the speakers on the side of the street to the churches there were so many ways that people expressed their religion. But even though he didn't have a religion of his own he never talked bad about anyone that did. it was their own choice and he hoped that they would respect his. "How about you Kahori?" asked Kris.
Satoru only let one word escape his lips, "Pass."
Kris hoped that would satisfy Kahori’s curiosity. Because it didn’t seem like a topic that Satoru wanted to continue. But Kris had a few thing wanted to ask his companions about. “So through my experience with these things only a few things have worked on them. Filling them enough lead to render them useless or stunning them with a grenade. Have either of you found a better way of taking these things down?” asked Kris finishing his meal. Flipping up his shoulder plates he revealed a hidden zipper that he used to take off the top part of suit. Under it he wore a black under shirt. The suit seemed to let off some pressure. The suit worked to keep his body from making excess movement which helped him make exact movements. And the kinetic energy built from his movement helped to power the suit. That same energy could be used to power various things about the suit, but they ate up power very quickly. So he couldn't depend on it to be a solution for the zombies.
After finishing his bite of rice Satoru said simply, "I've just been keeping them away from me while I run," He thought to himself, was he a burden?
Kris thought for a moment. “We need to catch one of these things alive I see what they hate the most. Until we do that we are just wasting energy taking them down,” answered Kris. “But we won’t go out of our way to find them. Just remember to try if the situation permits it.” He felt he was talking to his squad in that moment which made him feel a pang of guilt. But he couldn't think about that now. There was nothing he could do then, but now he had people depending on him.
As Kris was focusing on getting his food down. It was pleasant to have a bit of conversation at the table, and Religion wasn't a bad place to start. The question probably came from the usual custom of praying before eating dinner. "I can't say that I do. My family does, but I never saw it as my thing. Probably because it was forced on me when I was a child," answered Kris continuing to eat his food. But he did find religion interesting. From the speakers on the side of the street to the churches there were so many ways that people expressed their religion. But even though he didn't have a religion of his own he never talked bad about anyone that did. it was their own choice and he hoped that they would respect his. "How about you Kahori?" asked Kris.
Satoru only let one word escape his lips, "Pass."
Kris hoped that would satisfy Kahori’s curiosity. Because it didn’t seem like a topic that Satoru wanted to continue. But Kris had a few thing wanted to ask his companions about. “So through my experience with these things only a few things have worked on them. Filling them enough lead to render them useless or stunning them with a grenade. Have either of you found a better way of taking these things down?” asked Kris finishing his meal. Flipping up his shoulder plates he revealed a hidden zipper that he used to take off the top part of suit. Under it he wore a black under shirt. The suit seemed to let off some pressure. The suit worked to keep his body from making excess movement which helped him make exact movements. And the kinetic energy built from his movement helped to power the suit. That same energy could be used to power various things about the suit, but they ate up power very quickly. So he couldn't depend on it to be a solution for the zombies.
After finishing his bite of rice Satoru said simply, "I've just been keeping them away from me while I run," He thought to himself, was he a burden?
Kris thought for a moment. “We need to catch one of these things alive I see what they hate the most. Until we do that we are just wasting energy taking them down,” answered Kris. “But we won’t go out of our way to find them. Just remember to try if the situation permits it.” He felt he was talking to his squad in that moment which made him feel a pang of guilt. But he couldn't think about that now. There was nothing he could do then, but now he had people depending on him.
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"Me having a religion? I wouldn't really know, since I've never been to any sort of holy buildings. But from all of the religions that I've read about, I think I am a follower of Confucianism.", I said as I took a bit of my food.
Then, came the question I was trying to avoid, as I didn't want to think about those creatures anymore. I tore another piece of the page off and ate it while Kris talked. "If they're any creature that requires any type of motor movement at all, wouldn't it be wise to damage the organ that makes them capable of movement? Their brain. Either decapitation, or damage to their Medulla Oblongata would render them immobile and/or dead." I paused for a brief second. "Oh, I'm not hungry any more, one of you can have the rest of my food. And if either of you have questions for me, now might be the time for them, while we have this nice break.", I said as I continued reading and eating the book.
Then, came the question I was trying to avoid, as I didn't want to think about those creatures anymore. I tore another piece of the page off and ate it while Kris talked. "If they're any creature that requires any type of motor movement at all, wouldn't it be wise to damage the organ that makes them capable of movement? Their brain. Either decapitation, or damage to their Medulla Oblongata would render them immobile and/or dead." I paused for a brief second. "Oh, I'm not hungry any more, one of you can have the rest of my food. And if either of you have questions for me, now might be the time for them, while we have this nice break.", I said as I continued reading and eating the book.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: Posting in Azelle's stead.))
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... I see the bridge from afar at last. Not really good, though. The
harbor is intact, luckily. Barricades have been set up by the military
to defend against those zombies. There are crowds of people lining up
in the entrance, waiting anxiously to enter the safe zone. No zombies
around... or at least, the 'active' ones. Seems like the army has
dealt with some of them before, since there are several dead bodies
outside the barricades.
... Now, I can enter there... but I doubt they'll let me keep
SILVANUS. So I decide to hide it behind my clothes on my back, like
those ninjas in the movie did. Luckily, my nun's cloth gives quite
room to hide it. However, if they have metal detector or something
like that, it'll be troublesome...
I take my time on re-arranging my cloth and preparing my
identification papers. After I think everything is set, I walk toward
the harbor cautiously. If a zombie appears, I have no other choices
but to run again. Heh... Hope nothing bad happened again.
GM notes:
AzelleFans: Sophia reaches the barricades and the police spots her and leads her to it. The army lets her in after looking over the identification papers. The military didn't check with a metal detector because they're in a hurry to get as many people as possible safe.
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... I see the bridge from afar at last. Not really good, though. The
harbor is intact, luckily. Barricades have been set up by the military
to defend against those zombies. There are crowds of people lining up
in the entrance, waiting anxiously to enter the safe zone. No zombies
around... or at least, the 'active' ones. Seems like the army has
dealt with some of them before, since there are several dead bodies
outside the barricades.
... Now, I can enter there... but I doubt they'll let me keep
SILVANUS. So I decide to hide it behind my clothes on my back, like
those ninjas in the movie did. Luckily, my nun's cloth gives quite
room to hide it. However, if they have metal detector or something
like that, it'll be troublesome...
I take my time on re-arranging my cloth and preparing my
identification papers. After I think everything is set, I walk toward
the harbor cautiously. If a zombie appears, I have no other choices
but to run again. Heh... Hope nothing bad happened again.
GM notes:
AzelleFans: Sophia reaches the barricades and the police spots her and leads her to it. The army lets her in after looking over the identification papers. The military didn't check with a metal detector because they're in a hurry to get as many people as possible safe.
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
((OOC: This is a joint post between Sanada-Kun and Xninebreaker))
Christine and Cliff stepped out of the store and onto the seemingly empty road. Christine noted that it was 10:20 PM after looking at her watch, and it was evident as they stepped outside. Somehow, electricity was still working, so the light poles were still illuminating the road, but it quite empty where they were. Down the road, they could almost hear the commotion and the flashes of light beaming across the air, which was probably the harbor evacuation point.
"Ah geez... it's gotten really dark hasn't it?" Cliff said while walking and looking into the night sky. The moon was shining along with the stars that spotted the vast expanse of darkness.
"Yeah." Christine nodded while checking her phone. "I guess we're lucky, I can't believe the electricity is still on. It's been two hours since the outbreak news."
There was a silence as both Christine and Cliff simply walked along the road for a bit.
"What brings you here? To Fakku Island, I mean...." Christine tried to start light conversation with Cliff.
"Actually, I grew up here. It's not the best city, but it's certainly not a terribly bad one either. But you know... you talk as if you're from somewhere else; what about you? What brings you here? Cliff replied with a couple questions of his own.
"Oh, I'm from England. I'm just a freelance writer. It must be tough living in this town," Christine replied while reading some articles at her phone.
"And one more, is there any suspicious activities before the outbreak? Something like scientific studies or something else." Christine asked Cliff with curiosity.
"Oh?" Cliff remarked with a slightly surprised expression on his face. "Looks like you're finally getting comfortable around me eh? Wahaha!" Cliff let out a laugh. "You were so still a while ago; you've gotta learn to lighten up a bit!"
Cliff suddenly took a cautious look around him before looking back at Christine and locking eyes with her as he said, "But, to answer your question... I work at a science facility in Section D. And... Let's just say that there are a lot more scientists and engineers that your average city here."
Christine couldn't take her eyes from him. "So... this is not a terrorist attack, but an accident at your place? I mean Section D is the "nest" right?" Christine tried to keep herself calm and kept showering Cliff with questions.
Cliff broke his gaze and continued speaking, "Well, we can't say that for sure now can we? It's a good guess, but it could come from Section E's residential district. Maybe it is a terrorist attack. For all we know, this could be a military bioweapon being launched at us!" Cliff said in a dramatic, playful tone.
Cliff was a scientist, and because of that, he understood that making open hypotheses about the situation could lead to worrying Christine more than necessary. Cliff needed more information before he could seriously say anything. Just what was this all about? And what do the science facilities of Fakku City have to do with it? Cliff's worries were increasing, but he knew he had to keep a straight face as an adult.
Christine didn't say anything else afterwards. She need more information about this, and her worries are getting bigger. "If this outbreak is a type of military weapon, I doubt the military will let any witnesses get out from this island alive," Christine tried to shake off her negative thoughts and changed the subject.
"Look, there's a moving light at front of us!"
To Cliff's surprise, it was true. Just down the road Cliff could make out the figures of what he assumed to be policemen waving around their flashlights.
"Oh yeah, you're right! Looks like we've made it!" Cliff said with a slight enthusiasm. Though Cliff knew the harbor was close by, it felt like the 10 minutes of walking had passed by faster than he'd expected, especially in comparison to when he was walking alone.
Cliff saw a police officer look down the road with his firearm pointed directly at the two of them. I guess they can't be too careful. Cliff began waving both his hands at the officer signaling that he and Christine weren't dangerous.
Just as Cliff was waving at the policeman, Christine realized that this might be the last time she would see Cliff. She looked a bit downcast and almost looked as if she was lost in thought for a bit. But, Cliff turned towards her and saw her change in expression.
"Come on, let's get you somewhere safe," Cliff gently said.
The both of them finally made it to the barricade that was set up just before the bridge. Christine checked her watch and saw that it was 10:30 PM.
Christine and Cliff stepped out of the store and onto the seemingly empty road. Christine noted that it was 10:20 PM after looking at her watch, and it was evident as they stepped outside. Somehow, electricity was still working, so the light poles were still illuminating the road, but it quite empty where they were. Down the road, they could almost hear the commotion and the flashes of light beaming across the air, which was probably the harbor evacuation point.
"Ah geez... it's gotten really dark hasn't it?" Cliff said while walking and looking into the night sky. The moon was shining along with the stars that spotted the vast expanse of darkness.
"Yeah." Christine nodded while checking her phone. "I guess we're lucky, I can't believe the electricity is still on. It's been two hours since the outbreak news."
There was a silence as both Christine and Cliff simply walked along the road for a bit.
"What brings you here? To Fakku Island, I mean...." Christine tried to start light conversation with Cliff.
"Actually, I grew up here. It's not the best city, but it's certainly not a terribly bad one either. But you know... you talk as if you're from somewhere else; what about you? What brings you here? Cliff replied with a couple questions of his own.
"Oh, I'm from England. I'm just a freelance writer. It must be tough living in this town," Christine replied while reading some articles at her phone.
"And one more, is there any suspicious activities before the outbreak? Something like scientific studies or something else." Christine asked Cliff with curiosity.
"Oh?" Cliff remarked with a slightly surprised expression on his face. "Looks like you're finally getting comfortable around me eh? Wahaha!" Cliff let out a laugh. "You were so still a while ago; you've gotta learn to lighten up a bit!"
Cliff suddenly took a cautious look around him before looking back at Christine and locking eyes with her as he said, "But, to answer your question... I work at a science facility in Section D. And... Let's just say that there are a lot more scientists and engineers that your average city here."
Christine couldn't take her eyes from him. "So... this is not a terrorist attack, but an accident at your place? I mean Section D is the "nest" right?" Christine tried to keep herself calm and kept showering Cliff with questions.
Cliff broke his gaze and continued speaking, "Well, we can't say that for sure now can we? It's a good guess, but it could come from Section E's residential district. Maybe it is a terrorist attack. For all we know, this could be a military bioweapon being launched at us!" Cliff said in a dramatic, playful tone.
Cliff was a scientist, and because of that, he understood that making open hypotheses about the situation could lead to worrying Christine more than necessary. Cliff needed more information before he could seriously say anything. Just what was this all about? And what do the science facilities of Fakku City have to do with it? Cliff's worries were increasing, but he knew he had to keep a straight face as an adult.
Christine didn't say anything else afterwards. She need more information about this, and her worries are getting bigger. "If this outbreak is a type of military weapon, I doubt the military will let any witnesses get out from this island alive," Christine tried to shake off her negative thoughts and changed the subject.
"Look, there's a moving light at front of us!"
To Cliff's surprise, it was true. Just down the road Cliff could make out the figures of what he assumed to be policemen waving around their flashlights.
"Oh yeah, you're right! Looks like we've made it!" Cliff said with a slight enthusiasm. Though Cliff knew the harbor was close by, it felt like the 10 minutes of walking had passed by faster than he'd expected, especially in comparison to when he was walking alone.
Cliff saw a police officer look down the road with his firearm pointed directly at the two of them. I guess they can't be too careful. Cliff began waving both his hands at the officer signaling that he and Christine weren't dangerous.
Just as Cliff was waving at the policeman, Christine realized that this might be the last time she would see Cliff. She looked a bit downcast and almost looked as if she was lost in thought for a bit. But, Cliff turned towards her and saw her change in expression.
"Come on, let's get you somewhere safe," Cliff gently said.
The both of them finally made it to the barricade that was set up just before the bridge. Christine checked her watch and saw that it was 10:30 PM.